Lines: Even with a wristband, you're not gonna see Hot Band Du Jour #5117 unless you're present in line three hours before the showcase, directly behind the young couple tripping on nutmeg.
Crowds: Where there's smoke, there's fire. Likewise, where there are hundreds of obscure bands in a festival setting, there are droves of completely intolerable cocksuckers watching them.
The Austin Transformation: That legendary Tex-Mex restaurant you want to try later? It's called Las Manitas, and it was bulldozed in 2008 to make room for condominiums now owned by the University of Texas' best and brightest date rapists.
I Can't Go, Neither Should You: Don't you people have jobs? Professional deadlines? You think you can just hang out in the Austin sunshine, get drunk, and listen to music all day, like a bunch of no-count, layabout longhairs? In the middle of the week? Outrageous! Fetch me my sour grape pie and get the fuck off my lawn.
notice the name of the photographers brand .. "I Shoot My Friends"
Spot on Irony
Aren't those AK-47s aka "Choppers" on his tee-shirt in the photo?
When I hear that lyric it makes me think that he’s projecting…
Good question Chad. It took awhile. I concede defeat, but I'm pretty sure Carmella and…